Scrolling through time and insta,
Realizing I waste so much time
In my head and on social media.

Seeing perfect bodies, couples and lifes,
And I'm not even feel jealous, I'm proud of where I am and the people I have now,
But the past is still on my back and makes me sorry for what happend then.

I'm so obsessed with melancoly, like I'm obsessed with my celebrity crush.
It sounds stupid, I know, but somehow I like to pull myself back to negativity.

Maybe the way how my ex-friends and my parents didn't understand me
when all I wanted was just to feel understood.

And now here I am.
Waiting for people to feel sorry for myself.
I shoudn't do this, 'cause I know, deep in my heart, I will never ever feel understood from the people who rejected my ask for help.

And that's all. I need to accept it.
It's sad though, but if maybe just one time I try not to fall for my problems,
I can fall in love?